Linda Acaster's Blog - Posts Tagged "celtic"
Giveaway - Torc of Moonlight / ToM:SE
Just realised that Goodreads has okayed my giveaway for the paperback of 'Torc of Moonlight'. The deadline is the end of the end of January.
There are five copies up for grabs, and the winners will have bundled into the package the print-out of the bonus material from the ebook Special Edition, which includes author interview, research articles and an opening extract of Book 2 in the trilogy 'The Bull At The Gate'. Unfortunately, only Goodreads members living in the UK are eligible, due to postal costs - it's not a thin novel!
However, so that the world-wide membership doesn't miss out, I'll give away ten copies of the ebook 'Torc of Moonlight : Special Edition'. The deadline remains the same, end of January. I'll chose the recipients "out of the hat" not on a first-come-first-chosen basis so that everyone has the same chance.
If you are interested, drop me a Goodreads private message, and remember to state whether you'd prefer e-Pub format (Nook, Sony, I-Pad) or Kindle. All I ask in return is for a review on Goodreads, and on Amazon or wherever you purchase your ebooks. I maintain the right to close the deadline early if I am inundated with requests and can't cope. (I should be so lucky!)
Regards - Linda
There are five copies up for grabs, and the winners will have bundled into the package the print-out of the bonus material from the ebook Special Edition, which includes author interview, research articles and an opening extract of Book 2 in the trilogy 'The Bull At The Gate'. Unfortunately, only Goodreads members living in the UK are eligible, due to postal costs - it's not a thin novel!
However, so that the world-wide membership doesn't miss out, I'll give away ten copies of the ebook 'Torc of Moonlight : Special Edition'. The deadline remains the same, end of January. I'll chose the recipients "out of the hat" not on a first-come-first-chosen basis so that everyone has the same chance.
If you are interested, drop me a Goodreads private message, and remember to state whether you'd prefer e-Pub format (Nook, Sony, I-Pad) or Kindle. All I ask in return is for a review on Goodreads, and on Amazon or wherever you purchase your ebooks. I maintain the right to close the deadline early if I am inundated with requests and can't cope. (I should be so lucky!)
Regards - Linda
Climbing back into the saddle..
Sheesh, what a few weeks! But there again, everyone gets them. It was merely my turn. Life is beginning to calm down now so I'm climbing back into the saddle. Or at least putting my head above the parapet. Don't you just love the turn of phrase here? Don't answer that!
Thought I'd add to my blog here to say that today I'm being interviewed across on The Indie Spotlight, explaining how I came to write Torc of Moonlight, and some of the factual research behind the fiction. Come join me across there.
Thought I'd add to my blog here to say that today I'm being interviewed across on The Indie Spotlight, explaining how I came to write Torc of Moonlight, and some of the factual research behind the fiction. Come join me across there.
July Sale - Torc of Moonlight - 99c / 85p
My supernatural thriller,
Torc of Moonlight
is on offer for the month of July.
Sex, sport and alcohol are why Nick Blaketon escaped to college, but when pieces of his life start disappearing he locks on to chaste Alice for stability. Only it’s not the alcohol. And seducing Alice lays a path to a past that isn’t buried, and definitely isn’t dead.
Multiple 5* reviews “Riveting”
Book One of a trilogy that will keep you nailed to the page.
Sex, sport and alcohol are why Nick Blaketon escaped to college, but when pieces of his life start disappearing he locks on to chaste Alice for stability. Only it’s not the alcohol. And seducing Alice lays a path to a past that isn’t buried, and definitely isn’t dead.
Multiple 5* reviews “Riveting”
Book One of a trilogy that will keep you nailed to the page.
Torc of Moonlight - Meet the Characters
To help along the July sale of "Torc of Moonlight" I've started a series which allows the different characters to step up to the mike and offer their personal viewpoints. A lot happens in this supernatural thriller, so don't take everything as gospel; read between the lines.
First up is Nicholas Blaketon, the person who will not only carry the novel, but will carry the trilogy.
Oh, pleeeze… Nick, the name’s Nick. I like Real Ale, playing rugby and shag— female company. Not necessarily in that order, eh? What can I say, a young man’s healthy lifestyle.
When I opted for uni – college some of you might call it – I gained a place at Hull up in Yorkshire with half an eye to the distance. Home is way below London on the south coast, and I didn’t want the parents checking on me every weekend, did I? A few texts and the odd phone call keeps them happy and off my back. Phew, peace.
I’m doing an English/American Studies degree. It looked a fairly safe bet in the brochure and I’m into the second year now. My mate Murray’s doing Law and you should see the tomes he carries about! Mind you, he’s built for it. That’s how I met him, at a trial for one of the uni’s rugby union teams. Rugby? Think American football without the armour. We play for speed and manoeuvrability, not bulldozing. The warrior spirit, y’know? Fast and sharp. Adrenalin, camaraderie, alcohol. Tempered aggression. The sheer elation when I drop the ball between those posts. Yeah.
Except…except I wonder, sometimes… if that wasn’t what drew it. Him. The Other. If we weren’t somehow broadcasting and…
But I shouldn’t be talking about that, I should be telling you about Alice. My ex had dumped me over the summer and I met Alice on the rebound. Well, I heard her first. We were in a crowded seminar. I wasn’t well, had some bug or other, and it was the timbre of her voice that caught me. Oh, but she’s a looker, too, don’t get me wrong – hair that dances like a fall of russet leaves, and a scent… I was smitten from the off. It wasn’t reciprocated, though. Sheesh, did I have to work at it. Of course, I didn’t know about that lecturer then. Harkin. Settled him, though. One fell swoop and I settled him.
But Alice, she’s a History major and was obsessed with finding a Celtic water shrine. I ask you, we’re talking 2,000 years here. A village pond is a village pond, right? There are dozens of the things, hundreds. But I was willing, of course I was willing. On my own with her among all that lush vegetation… Did it pay off? Ooh, did it pay off! Hey, don’t crowd. I might brag a bit to my mates, but I don’t discuss detail, okay? Certainly not here.
The thing is, the more I learned about the history she was into the more odd … things… began to happen. Or maybe they were happening anyway and I just started to become atuned, I don’t know. But who to tell? Alice seemed oblivious and I didn’t want to wreck our relationship. I mean, would you? And what to say? I’d have been carted off to a mental hospital. And then… and then it all got out of hand and… it…him…The Other…
It wasn’t me. I must make you understand that. I tried to stop it, to stop Alice, to stop… It wasn’t me.
First up is Nicholas Blaketon, the person who will not only carry the novel, but will carry the trilogy.
Oh, pleeeze… Nick, the name’s Nick. I like Real Ale, playing rugby and shag— female company. Not necessarily in that order, eh? What can I say, a young man’s healthy lifestyle.
When I opted for uni – college some of you might call it – I gained a place at Hull up in Yorkshire with half an eye to the distance. Home is way below London on the south coast, and I didn’t want the parents checking on me every weekend, did I? A few texts and the odd phone call keeps them happy and off my back. Phew, peace.
I’m doing an English/American Studies degree. It looked a fairly safe bet in the brochure and I’m into the second year now. My mate Murray’s doing Law and you should see the tomes he carries about! Mind you, he’s built for it. That’s how I met him, at a trial for one of the uni’s rugby union teams. Rugby? Think American football without the armour. We play for speed and manoeuvrability, not bulldozing. The warrior spirit, y’know? Fast and sharp. Adrenalin, camaraderie, alcohol. Tempered aggression. The sheer elation when I drop the ball between those posts. Yeah.
Except…except I wonder, sometimes… if that wasn’t what drew it. Him. The Other. If we weren’t somehow broadcasting and…
But I shouldn’t be talking about that, I should be telling you about Alice. My ex had dumped me over the summer and I met Alice on the rebound. Well, I heard her first. We were in a crowded seminar. I wasn’t well, had some bug or other, and it was the timbre of her voice that caught me. Oh, but she’s a looker, too, don’t get me wrong – hair that dances like a fall of russet leaves, and a scent… I was smitten from the off. It wasn’t reciprocated, though. Sheesh, did I have to work at it. Of course, I didn’t know about that lecturer then. Harkin. Settled him, though. One fell swoop and I settled him.
But Alice, she’s a History major and was obsessed with finding a Celtic water shrine. I ask you, we’re talking 2,000 years here. A village pond is a village pond, right? There are dozens of the things, hundreds. But I was willing, of course I was willing. On my own with her among all that lush vegetation… Did it pay off? Ooh, did it pay off! Hey, don’t crowd. I might brag a bit to my mates, but I don’t discuss detail, okay? Certainly not here.
The thing is, the more I learned about the history she was into the more odd … things… began to happen. Or maybe they were happening anyway and I just started to become atuned, I don’t know. But who to tell? Alice seemed oblivious and I didn’t want to wreck our relationship. I mean, would you? And what to say? I’d have been carted off to a mental hospital. And then… and then it all got out of hand and… it…him…The Other…
It wasn’t me. I must make you understand that. I tried to stop it, to stop Alice, to stop… It wasn’t me.
